Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-04-28
MILLHEIM PA, THURSDAY, APRIL 2S., 1887.

cows standing in the shadow of the hazel
cupscs +; the ocean sparkling like plain Of
blue diamonds.
The task of decorating The gravcs-for
which Kings Cross usullay turned ont
with band, covered wagon, and CON
course of struggling yillagcrs-would not
commence until three o'clock.
They shall see that hc has not been for
gotten" said Mary, as She toiled along un-
der the howcry apple branches, and Past
the rippling music of the little brook "oh,
Hugh-my Hugh-if only ! could recall
one short hour of the past -
She sirewrd the white rhoiodendrons on
the green sod, as the words escaped inyol-
unfairly from her lips.
"Oh. Hugh-dcar Hugh--if could only
speak 10 you once again :" she uttered, n
loud
"Speak, then dearest Mary Ny Mary,
if were indeed dead and in heaven, |
think | could not be happier than | am
now"
The basket of rhododcndrons fell 10 the
ground Mary Folyort would have fallen,
too. if She had not been caught in pair of
strong arms.
Darling Mary, do not turn so white -
pleaded her lover. 81 am not a ghost, no
phantom am Hugh Derhy's sell, alive
and well, come back 10 lay my heart at your
feet, and claim the love that is 50 precious
to me 1t isn't 50 impossible as you think.
I'm not dead. and | never have been dead.
But the poor fellow who had the bed next
Ia mine in the Accident Ward of the 81.
Monica's Hospital, died the night they
brought him IN, and the cards AZ our bed
heads got accidentally changed. was No,
1. and when my number was affixed 10 an
other bed. lost my identity at once. We
are not Smith or Brown in hospital, Mary
We are only Six or Four, as the case may
he So when poor Maurice Blenheim died,
in the bed labelled T.. they turned 10 their
books and made out burial certificate for
Hugh Derby, one OF the victims Of the rail
road accident And before / recovered from
the brain fever that followed on the blow
received from the end of the ear seat when
| fell they had me duly buried with all the
honors of book and hill. | couldn't make
'cm believe that was Hugh Derby, and
not Maurice Blcnhcim. and SO left off try
ing And, after all. what did it matter
much " What charm had life left for me -
"But, Hugh, | loved you."
Bat, Mary, | did not know it; and SO l
dawdlei away the smshiny hours on those
sweet Floridian shores, feeling 81 strange 10
! be wandering alone. like a diScmbodied
| spirit, with ont amy identity at ALL and half
disposed 10 wonder for what especial use
God had given me back nay life, when all Of
| 4 sudden the strong desire came upon me 10
| travel nurthward to Kings Cross-to look
| upon my own grave. Mary. ! believe to
! heaven il was your love attracting me like
an invisible magnet. Sweetheart, you have
brought me back to you and now ! never
shall 20 away without YOU"
| IL don't want you 10 - whispered
Mary Folyott her soft checks suffuscj with
bushes. her eyes shining like wet stars.
! "Oh, Hugh, ann So very, very happy. !
/ haven't deserved this, Hugh, but | viii
never be silly or capricious again"
Mary Mary - screamed the shrill
! falScito voice of Mrs. Norke. "Why, what
| has become of the child ? She's here, and
there and nowhere. like a will-o'-thc-wisp.
Mary is that yousooming up the lane
| And Classy sick. and old BctScy7"go home
To her sisters funeral | should like Ia
| know what is ro become of Number Nine
! teens dinner. with the chickens scorching,
and the hrcad-sauce 10 lie made, and the
! cherry tartlcts not looked M Nou are
getting too careless for anything. and-Oh,
| good gracious me- sir" with a prodigious
start. I'm sure beg a thousand pardons,
| but
Am | always hereafter To he known by
a number, like a lottery ticket said Hugh
laughing Never mind the dinner, Mrs.
Yorke-NIiss Folyott could tell you that l
am m old friend of hers"
And when Mrs Yorke heard the story,
she was quite willing 10 concede that truth
was stranger than fiction and for an in
stant il seemed almost possible that Abe the
tin-pcddler, might yet appear in this mum
dane sphere.
cone thing wouldn't be more impossible
than tother," said she, rs she weighed ont
| spices for Il pudding.
| While Hugh and Mary, walking by the
| sea- watched the purple portals of sunset
| close on the beautiful Decoration Day
which had brought such 4 gift of happiness
to their hcartS.-Sd',HYlay Night